Face of Death
Shit man know what I'm saying time be moving so fast
It's hard to realize when the days and nights come and go
You know what I'm saying I'm taking it slow doing my thing
Know what I'm saying on the grind gotta love this shit bruh
I'm blessed to be able to do this for real yea
Making that paper man ain't nothing like it
Man fuck a hater they ain't doing you no favor
Man take that shit out five one six real shit
Yea fuck it I'm about to spit something real quick hold on
Sick of this shit but I won't even quit man
I'll take a slit of the cut not giving a mothafuck
But you know I'm going right in with the flow in and out
But you ain't doing nothing but just hating for the clout
So oh so go I don't even care anymore
I slammed the door and walked right
Outta of the fucking face of death
Goddamn what is yet to come
Man I fear none man make the smoke come and go
I'll like to take a hit
Real shit from the five one six
Some say man they're tired of hearing spitting like this
But my life is like this man fuck this
I gotta move on and handle my biz
I'm trying get to the point I can find someone real
And a future but I'm feeling like they all
Fake in my face so I gotta stay true
In this place of pain what is left to remain
A life of me my mane
It's hard to realize when the days and nights come and go
You know what I'm saying I'm taking it slow doing my thing
Know what I'm saying on the grind gotta love this shit bruh
I'm blessed to be able to do this for real yea
Making that paper man ain't nothing like it
Man fuck a hater they ain't doing you no favor
Man take that shit out five one six real shit
Yea fuck it I'm about to spit something real quick hold on
Sick of this shit but I won't even quit man
I'll take a slit of the cut not giving a mothafuck
But you know I'm going right in with the flow in and out
But you ain't doing nothing but just hating for the clout
So oh so go I don't even care anymore
I slammed the door and walked right
Outta of the fucking face of death
Goddamn what is yet to come
Man I fear none man make the smoke come and go
I'll like to take a hit
Real shit from the five one six
Some say man they're tired of hearing spitting like this
But my life is like this man fuck this
I gotta move on and handle my biz
I'm trying get to the point I can find someone real
And a future but I'm feeling like they all
Fake in my face so I gotta stay true
In this place of pain what is left to remain
A life of me my mane
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Writer(s): Raveendranath Singh
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